#rip tumblr destroyed the quality

[malcontentonline]

The lyrics here are from Alex G's Gnaw which I feel very strongly is their song.

[minrathous]

though nothing will drive them away we can beat them, just for one day we can be heroes, just for one day

[zoideramy]

Ghost

Zoids HMM Shield Liger MKII (Kotobukiya)

[cyanvalour]

Crawls out of the painting app drenched in blood

Happy birthday to my favourite wet cat!!

[sonohban]

drawing this made me realize that the real reason gohan takes his glasses off is because of all the freaking rain getting on the lenses

[sagesolsticewrites]

Dear...

A series of letters from one Lt. Harry Crosby to his wife 🤍 (a sort-of continuation of Just Say Yes, but can be read as a standalone!)

My darling wife,

‘Wife.’ I’ll never get tired of saying that.

How are you, darling? I hope you’re not worrying about me too much; I promise, I’m staying as safe as I can, and someday soon this war will end and I’ll have you back in my arms once more.

I miss you more than words can say, sweetheart. You occupy my every waking thought, and all of my dreams at night. Some of the things I dream can’t be written (you know what I mean), but I hope to be back with you soon so I can make them a reality.

All my love, and a thousand kisses,

Your Harry

My most darling husband, I know you didn’t just try to tell your wife not to worry about you! I know how capable you are, but there will always be a part of me that worries.  I’m keeping as busy as I can. I’ve found a job as a typist at the factory here! It’s not quite the job I’ve always dreamed of, but anything I can do to help you boys! Violet from two doors down works there as well, and I’ve made friends with a few of the other girls there, so you don’t need to worry about me being lonely over here. Be safe, my love, and I’ll be counting down the days until I see you again. The swell of joy I feel when I get your letters will surely be nothing compared to being in your arms again. With my deepest love, Mrs. Y/N Crosby P.S. Say ‘Hi!’ to Bubbles for me! P.P.S. I admit I’m intrigued by these dreams you claim you can’t write about… I don’t even get a hint?

Sweetheart,

‘Mrs. Y/N Crosby’ I don’t think a prettier sequence of letters has ever existed…

A job! Darling, I’m so proud of you.

Though now I can’t help but wonder at every piece of paper arriving on base here— did you type those words? Perhaps it’s just me wishing you were closer, but I like to think every piece of paper coming in with the supplies came from your hand.

Speaking of paper, was that a hint of your perfume I detected on your last letter? It was a wonderful reminder of you, my love. 

There are flowers blooming in the fields here. I’m not sure what kind they are, but they’re beautiful so of course they made me think of you. I’ve enclosed a few that I’ve pressed, and I can only hope they make the journey to you in one piece. If not, well… I send my apologies and a promise that I’ll make up for it with all the fresh flowers you could want when I’m home.

Bubbles says ‘hi’ back, and wants me to tell you that he’s making sure I’m safe (though I’m sure you know it’s clearly the other way around— no, I’m only joking, honey. We keep each other safe.)

As for your question regarding certain dreams… I’m afraid I’ll have to keep you in suspense, my dear, at least for now.

Your unspeakably proud husband,

Harry

[enclosed: a variety of small pressed wildflowers]

Honey,

It’s been a while since I’ve heard from you. Are you getting my letters? I hope so.

How are things going at work? I hope they’re not working my girl too hard. 

You’ll never guess what happened with Bubbles, sweetheart. He was off on pass visiting his girl over in Norwich, and the poor guy caught a stomach bug! He won’t be flying anytime soon, so I’m taking his place for a bit. Frankly I’m not sure how flying with me will be any different from flying with Bubbles with a stomach bug…

I miss you with all my heart, honey. I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you

Goodbye for now, angel. I hope I hear from you soon.

Love,

H

My brave Bing, Poor Bubbles! Hopefully he’s recovered by now. Tell him hello for me! And I hope your missions went well, darling, and that you’re taking the time to rest when you can. Take care of yourself, my love. Work has been fine, for the most part. Violet and Carol had a bit of a falling out— over what I’m not sure, but it’s made the office fairly awkward. The prevailing theory among the girls is a spat over a boy, though Ruthie’s making a very convincing case for it being an argument over a lost lipstick. I’ll be sure to keep you updated on these riveting (ha) events, as I’m sure you’re as curious about it as we are. Your gifts did make it to me in one piece for the most part, and I’m keeping them safe next to my picture of you. They’re beautiful, darling. In return, I’ve enclosed some pressed roses from our garden. You know I don’t quite have your green thumb, but I’m doing my best (though I am looking forward to the day you’re back home and can take over the gardening duties— the flowers miss you almost as much as I do.) All my love, Mrs. Y/N Crosby

[enclosed: two pressed red roses]

My darling,

Would it surprise you to know the boys now have a bet going as to the reason for your colleagues’ falling out?

I told Bubbles about it, then word apparently spread, and now nearly the entire 100th seems to know the story! (For the record, most of the boys are leaning towards the cause being a boy, though Bubbles is still holding out for Ruthie’s lipstick theory)

Do let us know if the cause for the argument is ever discovered: I’ve got $10 riding on this, sweetheart!

I managed to get a moment to myself yesterday, and found myself walking in the field near where the ground crews were working on the forts. And do you know what happened, honey?

A butterfly landed on my hand.

It was a little orange and black thing, and it only stayed for a moment before flying off, but having that pretty thing choose me as a resting place on its journey to wherever it was off to… it made me miss you more than ever. I wish you could’ve been here to see it.

I love and miss you so much, sweetheart, I couldn’t possibly love you more, and yet every day, my love for you grows. I’m just existing until the day I can take you in my arms again and never let you go.

Millions of hugs, thousands of kisses, and all my love,

Your Harry

My most darling beloved Bing, Ha! I’m glad I could provide some entertainment from so far away, honey. Tell Bubbles to rejoice: Mary found a lipstick tube that had rolled into a corner behind her desk, and Vi and Carol have agreed to be friends again, imagine that! You didn’t tell me which side of the bet you were on, sweetheart, but knowing you I imagine you sided with Bubbles as always. Do spend your winnings on something sensible— perhaps more paper to write to your poor wife? Oh, my love. You’ll never believe what happened as I was reading your latest letter out in the garden (the weather’s been lovely lately!) A butterfly— black and orange, similar to the one you described seeing all the way over there — landed on the chair next to me. Your chair, darling. Did you send that pretty thing all the way over to me to say hello? I’ll imagine you did.  I love you more than words can say, darling, and so the millions of kisses I’ve enclosed will have to suffice. Stay safe, and I’ll see you when you come home to me. All my love, and then some more, Mrs. Y/N Crosby

[enclosed: in a departure from her usual singular lip print on the page next to her signature, Mrs. Crosby chose instead to enclose an entire extra page covered in its entirety in lip prints 👀💋]

[w0rmdahl]

dev patel as anwar kharral in skins s1 (2007-2008)

pt. 2 pt.3

[mudkipper]

Damn yall are really bad at flirting

[chompgwen6]

The angel. @decompose1

[experiencingpenguinshockey]

thank you ducks admin for this beautiful picture of my most special emotional support fourth-liner (x)

[cqrvidart]

they make me so unbearably miserable and i have such deep brainrot for them right now. anyways !!!!!! throws up . also i fear tumblr has destroyed the quality rip commissions

[wombatemani72]

also have a timelapse of that drawing lol i was messing around with CSP features and i saw you could record timelapses :))

(oof tumblr destroys the quality rip 😭)

[milk-crafting]

They're the worst <333 also tumblr destroyed the quality on this so rip, but it's a huge file so there's not a ton I can do about it.

[drdontron]

Rip to the victims of the eggnog

(Also, screw tumblr for destroying the image quality.)

Geno by loverofpiggies

Geno design by @xpau-official

Anonymous Christmas design by yours truly

@oodlesndoodles as victim #1

@billygoat26 as victim #2

Screenshot-less version under the cut!

Also. Yeah I totally admit to being the anon who drank the eggnog and died LMAO

[ashthewaterghoul]

While you all wait for me to emotionally destroy Phantom and Copia, have this shitty sketch of the second night of their separation.

(Click on it for better quality bc tumblr likes to make things fckn 8-bit sometimes)

Phantom had tried to come up to Copia’s new room on the second night, having not slept a wink on the first. They got up to the stairs that led way to the High Clergy wing, and there was Clergy guarding the stairs. That was new. Phantom just tried to offer them a polite smile and continue on, but a hand pushed into their abdomen to stop them moving.

“What do you want, Ghoul?” One man asked them.

“T- to see Copia.” Phantom said.

“It is late. Frater needs his rest before his first day on the job tomorrow.” The other said.

“But I always come and see him. I had a key to his old room.” Phantom said.

“Yes, when he was Papa. He is not Papa anymore. He has no responsibility to Ghouls.”

Phantom felt like crying or shouting or ripping them to shreds. So, they turned on their heel until they were out of sight, and collapsed to the floor. They stuffed their fleece sleeve into their mouth to stop their sobs echoing and managed to cry themselves dry on the ground.

Full ramble can be found here or under the #phanter cuddle buddies tag

[skelkankaos]

(tumblr absolutely destroying the image quality RIP ;-;)

but anyways guess who caved and made a Kamen Rider OC. I'm not feeling the colour scheme 100% so I may end up redesigning him but eh.

bio under the cut

Inoue Declan was lonely for his whole life: he didn't fit in as a child, and his parents didn't understand him. As he entered adulthood, he found it hard to make friends, and worked his ass off at a dead end job. His only fun was his blog, with only a handful of followers… until one day Declan recieved an email from SHINECORE, a popular fashion company, offering him a place in their Starlet program: "Scouting the models and influencers of the future." Everything changed for Declan: he had money from sponsorships, thousands of fans, and lots of close friendships with the other members of the Starlet program. Little did he know that SHINECORE was not just a fashion company. They were a secret organization bent on creating obedient augmented humans to aid them in world domination

At a talent celebration, Declan fainted suddenly, and when he came to, he was a prisoner in the SHINECORE research facility. The endgame for every Starlet: to turn them into a powerful cyborg that can carry out the will of the CEO while still promoting the brand image. After undergoing painful experiments and augmentation, suddenly, he heard a voice in his head.

"Inoue Declan, if you want to escape, bide your time, and then steal your Encrypt-key."

He didn't get any more messages, but it was his only hope, and so finally, one day, after they had been testing his abilities, he snatched the Encrypt-key from his handlers and used it to transform into Masked Rider Tap. He broke out of the facility and went into hiding, and was soon contacted by the mysterious voice again.

"Masked Rider, my name is AV. I couldn't contact you again until I was sure you were free from their control. I am a hacker fighting to expose the evil of SHINECORE, join me and fight for justice!"